I am now considered a "homesteader" and the life of a "homesteader" was the worst life anyone could live. Since I, mostly my parents, was working so much, I couldn't talk to anyone about how I felt about this whole situation. So now, I'm gonna let my steam out on this journal! HA! Take that world!
So, the first thing I, my parents, had to do was build our humble living abode. Ours was carved out the side of a cliff; so you would die if you walked out the front door!!! What kind of 8-year-old girl would want to die from walking out of her front door?! I can see it now, "Young girl dies from stepping foot onto her front yard. How tragic!" Anyways, the next thing I, my parents, would do was plow the fields for planting! Every girls dream. That would take weeks maybe even months to complete! wooh. Then to add to that pain, there were................. THE BUGS: grasshoppers, locusts, mosquitoes!! Oh, the HORROR!!!!! THEY WERE EVERYWHERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
During this horrifying experience, I got to spend even more time with my parents than I'd hoped. And that was the worst part of all. I bet you are wondering why a child like me wouldn't be begging to spend time with family, at the table, eating mama's homemade food. Well, if you tasted my mom's "homemade" food, you would feel the same way. I mean seriously, fried grasshoppers taste better than whatever she cooks. She won't even tell me what she cooked. Ya wanna know why...................................SHE DOESN'T KNOW!!! But, that's besides the fact. The good thing is that my mama is good at everything else: cleaning, making and washing clothes, and raising me!! Look how well I turned out! ;) But, sometimes my mom got lonely because my dad wasn't around much and I would sit in her lap and say something completely random to get to question me so she wouldn't be thinking about her husband. My most common phrase that would really throw her off guard was, "Well...........you know......................gravity." WORKS EVERY TIME.
Well, my mom needs some help in the yard. The back yard that is because remember...................ya walk out the front door, you die!
Dear Journal,
I am now considered a "homesteader" and the life of a "homesteader" was the worst life anyone could live. Since I, mostly my parents, was working so much, I couldn't talk to anyone about how I felt about this whole situation. So now, I'm gonna let my steam out on this journal! HA! Take that world!
So, the first thing I, my parents, had to do was build our humble living abode. Ours was carved out the side of a cliff; so you would die if you walked out the front door!!! What kind of 8-year-old girl would want to die from walking out of her front door?! I can see it now, "Young girl dies from stepping foot onto her front yard. How tragic!" Anyways, the next thing I, my parents, would do was plow the fields for planting! Every girls dream. That would take weeks maybe even months to complete! wooh. Then to add to that pain, there were................. THE BUGS: grasshoppers, locusts, mosquitoes!! Oh, the HORROR!!!!! THEY WERE EVERYWHERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
During this horrifying experience, I got to spend even more time with my parents than I'd hoped. And that was the worst part of all. I bet you are wondering why a child like me wouldn't be begging to spend time with family, at the table, eating mama's homemade food. Well, if you tasted my mom's "homemade" food, you would feel the same way. I mean seriously, fried grasshoppers taste better than whatever she cooks. She won't even tell me what she cooked. Ya wanna know why...................................SHE DOESN'T KNOW!!! But, that's besides the fact. The good thing is that my mama is good at everything else: cleaning, making and washing clothes, and raising me!! Look how well I turned out! ;) But, sometimes my mom got lonely because my dad wasn't around much and I would sit in her lap and say something completely random to get to question me so she wouldn't be thinking about her husband. My most common phrase that would really throw her off guard was, "Well...........you know......................gravity." WORKS EVERY TIME.
Well, my mom needs some help in the yard. The back yard that is because remember...................ya walk out the front door, you die!
February 10, 1882
ME